So I was in the shop, obviously. I opened up, then some guy who I've never seen before, must have been one of their customers, came round and he starts playing on the machine and he says "what's eh-- what's eh, wi a' the police round there?" "What-- what do you mean?" "Aye, there's loads of police outside [bookies]" I'm like "alright, well, how am I supposed to know about it? I'm in here." And he's like "oh right, well, whatever." Um, and then 10 minutes later another guy comes roond, pretty much asks me the same question. He said "What's-- do you ken what's happening in the [bookies]?" I'm like "no, 'course-- what do you think, I've got like a little passage?"
Interviewer:
No, you're just, like, all the bookies are all in the, eh, cahoots with each other.
Jamie:
Secret passage.
Max:
Third person that comes in was a police officer and he says--
Interviewer:
"Do you know what's going on (inc)?"
Max:
He actually-- it was-- he was even worse than that. He says "alright mate, I suppose by now you'll know that [bookies] has been robbed." Like "What?"
Older speakers
Bruce:
It's the way they're teaching them it, five year olds at school noo. The-- the Burns--
Colin:
Oh you were talking-- telling me that, eh?
Bruce:
the Burns week. The Scottish, you know, about Burns. And they were teaching them poems but not-- not poems that, eh, Burns wrote. She came home from school and says to her mum-- eh, to my daughter, eh-- She said "what did you get at school?" "Oh we're getting Scottish week."
Interviewer:
Is that not every week?
Bruce:
Um, she says, um, well what-- "Do you want to hear my poem nana?" So my daughter says "yeah okay" and we sat-- she sat down waiting to hear a Burns poem, and the-- she started off "there was a wee woman from Crail, whose knickers blew off in a gale, her man says "hen, you'll no see them again" but she did, on a ship, as a sail."
